Turn on Pandora and earnestly contemplate suicide when it believes that you might enjoy Macklemore.
Let me tell you something that can easily be applied to 99 percent of everything that 99 percent of everyone does: Nobody cares.
You aren’t going to feel on top of things all the time. But it’s just the human nature of things. And this song is there to remind you that there is nothing wrong with that.
Once in a while, I find myself waxing on — as it were — to my son about vinyl.
While actions do speak louder than words, I’ve found that emojis are the noisiest of all.
Everyone should be picking their friends based on the respect and kindness they show others, and their heart — not their sexual orientation or religion.
Well, they’re actually pretty adept at defending themselves, but hell, I thought I’d try to help balance out the hate a little bit.
We could talk for days about the white appropriation of black music and of black cultural forms, but that conversation would get us literally nowhere.
2. Because let’s face it: 90% of Macklemore’s demographic are 12-year-old white girls from the suburbs.
We all live for the applause; Lady Gaga’s just the only one who’s honest about it.